John went to work this morning at the butt crack of dawn. He is expected home sometime within the next hour or two. It’s 8:00PM. Being a holiday, he has to work twice three times as hard selling flowers and food and crap like that, that people want on holidays.
This is totally unfair to ME.
And that’s what it’s all about, right? OK, shut up.
Around here holidays are something to fear and loath. Something that takes away the husband/father and spits him back out, after the date has passed, a used up, hull of a man. A man who only wants to sleep and get some decent rest. When he passes out nods off in his comfy chair in the living room and we mess with him because he is totally defenseless and cannot wake up and protect himself say something to him, his response is something to the effect of, “Go clean up the back room and then start reorganizing isle 9.” This without ever opening his eyes, of course.
And if you ask him questions? You can even get him to argue with you. This is one of our girls favorite pastimes.
Daughter: “What do I use to mop up the soda with?”
John, never moving a mussel or cracking an eyelid except to speak: “A MOP!”
Daughters and wife: massive giggles.
Daughter: “Can I go home early, Mr. Lopez?”
John: “No! Get back on that check stand! Now there’s a line!”
This can go on and on.
It gets them to snickering and laughing everytime. And the only thing I feel badly about is the fact that when we are having close, fun, family moments like this… he won’t remember them. Completely absent. But at least he is HERE! 😉